Dennis Callen Novels & Stories

"Dennis didn't call because he's sorry. He called because he's desperate." I reached for a document lying on my desk and slid it toward her. "It arrived this morning." She glanced down before looking back at me. "One of Dennis' offshore shell accounts was frozen overnight and from what I've been hearing, government agencies have started digging into several more, so... this lunch isn't about reconciliation, It's about damage control." A thoughtful silence settled between us. "He believes I'm young enough to fall for an emotional performance” I couldn't help smiling.. "He still sees me as the frightened little boy he dumped in an orphanage ten years ago and that's his biggest mistake.”

Dante Callahan did not fight the way most people fought. He had explained this to her early — month three, before they had had a real disagreement, when they were still in the stage of learning what the other person's difficult looked like. He had said — I don't escalate. I go quiet. I know that can look like withdrawal but I'm not withdrawing, I'm processing. Give me an hour and I'll come back and we can talk through anything. She had filed this information.

The gremlin had insisted on coming, but I’d persuaded him to stay behind for once—he would have been far too excitable for such a tense meeting. I tried to break the silence. “Do you think they know anything about Callen?” I asked lightly, though the weight of the name hung heavily between us. Warren’s jaw tensed, his golden eyes glinting. “Callen? Impossible. That alpha… he’s long gone. I made sure of it.” I pressed my lips together, trying not to react too visibly. The memory of him, the fear he had once inspired, still lingered like a shadow at the edge of my mind. “Long gone, huh?”

we say together. Jace’s mouth twitches. “Fine. Callen, you’re with Eli. And no skull shots.” I roll my eyes. “I have a throat wound, not a glass head.” The yard hears me and a ripple of muffled laughter goes through them, easing something I hadn’t realized was clenched tight under my sternum. Good. Let them remember I’m not a statue. Callen steps forward. Thick-necked, solid, good-natured when he’s not trying to impress anyone. Today, he looks like a man asked to attack a den of newborn kittens.

He didn't want to give the man before him any form of attention. "A Lion doesn't give birth to a cat," Dennis retorted indifferently. Richard frowned slightly. "Get down and let's talk." Dennis chuckled, "you should have booked an appointment. Right now, I'm very busy." Richard discerned his resistance to having any form of conversation with him, which poked his interest even more. Information had reached him that Dennis was both Tonys' PA and confidentially his head of IT. With a trusted person like Dennis around, everyone they paid to hack into the Wright's empire failed terribly.

As I walked away from him, another man was approaching me. Haden. Just what I needed. "Is it important?" I snapped as he began to follow me. "Last time you had to lead anything of this scale on home turf it was against Ayas," he said, "It's an honour to fight alongside the great Alpha Loren rather than against you." "Fuck of Haden," I replied, "I don't have time for your pointless wittering." "I just wanted to let you know you have my full support," he said.